Chapter 3: Drunken
Warning: Contains cuss words; I also apologize for Out-of-Character-ness portrayed in this chapter.
Percy's POV:
"I still can't believe you went and got that. That of all things, to be tattooed on your arm. What would possess you to get that?" Annabeth questioned.
"Well the fact that it was indented in my arm for days, I grew fond of it. I figured I'd do something about it." I retorted.
"Then why didn't you go see a doctor? A tattoo parlor isn't going to get rid of it. You do realize tattoos are permanent?" She snapped.
"Oh really? I had no idea." I snapped back, "Go on. Tell me off like you always do. Go on act like my mother, since you know so 'much'." My remark was left unanswered as she stared me down with contempt in her eyes. I held her gaze. She broke off, huffed and was on her way out when she yelled back at me.
"I'd give up on you as a mother! You're a complete arrogant jerk who thinks he can say anything without being responsible. F#ck you!" She screamed slamming the door shut behind her. I continued to glare at the door unsure of what to do. Not only had she yelled at me for being a jerk, no doubt that I was being one now. But she had crossed the line, nobody insults my mother. Had I not been shocked or if she was actually a he, I would've gone down there and taught that know-it-all a lesson. Instead I sunk down into the couch and put my head in my hands. I called up a few friends and a new babysitter for Christopher and wrote a note explaining why Annabeth wasn't here. I hailed a cab and met the guys down by a dingy light bar. The Stoll brothers were off trying to hook up with some drunken girls and Chris was chatting with the bartender, Pollux. Nico however had yet to show up. I had a shot of whiskey in front of me, staring me down. I downed the shot and clapped it down on the bar. Dakota, a co-worker of Pollux, topped my glass off. I grunted and downed the drink. He looked at me skeptically and refilled it, leaving the bottle next to me.
"Got enough there?" A gruff voice said from behind me. The figure took the bar stool next to me, cracking a sly grin. I nodded, grinning back. Nico grabbed the attention of Pollux and got himself a can of beer.
"What made you call the gang today? It's not even a Friday. Who pissed you off this time? That Wilson guy who plays volleyball with your ex?" I shook my head, no.
"Nah, but remind me next time we see him, to kick his ass." He smiled and took a swig.
"Then who? Or should I say what? You have a tendency to beat people into a pulp, they don't seem to ever look human after that..." He trailed off as I shook my head. "You did beat the bastard up didn't you? Or you just want the master to take care of the dirty work?" He says cracking his knuckles.
"No, plus I know I can do dirty work better than you."
"Don't get too cocky. That's bad for your health, old man." I rolled my eyes at him, chuckling.
"But don't give me any bullsh*t, who is he?"
"She actually is Christopher's babysitter." I replied.
"A babysitter got you pissed? How's that even possible? All they do is pinch the kid's cheeks and feed them burnt cookies."
"Do you mean grandmothers? Cause we're taking about a know-it-all, piss me off and you're dead blonde. And yes, it is possible."
"Pfft, grandmother smandmother, same thing. Anyways I'm quite eager to hear about your soap opera drama called your life. What she do? Make a move on ya?" I grinned and rolled my eyes at his antics.
"Nah, she's as stubborn as a mule, ticked me off and I snapped."
"I think you meant ass, not mule." He grinned slyly; I slugged him in the shoulder and waved the remark off.
"I'm not looking for a relationship, Nico. You know that."
"Dude, I don't want to be friends with a guy who has ten cats and lives by himself when he's fifty. Live a little, you have liked a year until you hit the big five-o."
"How is thirty-six anywhere near fifty years old? Plus I'm not really a cat guy, I prefer hamsters."
"I still can't believe how you didn't get over that magician's mind trick until we went back and had her reverse it. How do you even like hamsters after she practically made you into one? Or salad for that matter?"
"That's all I ate did like two months, Grover thought he was getting another vegetarian friend! I treasure hamburgers so much now." He laughed, grinning at our inside joke.
"Anyways back on topic. How did this woman get you in the need for a drink?" He asked completely serious.
"Insulted my mother's mothering skills. And she told me to F#ck off."
"Harsh. She single? Sounds hot and feisty," He said wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. I punched him playfully in the shoulder.
"No idea. Never brought it up, didn't want to seem like I was leading her on." I said.
"So you gonna hook me up or what?" He asked grinning like a maniac. I shook my head at his behavior. I finished my bottle of whiskey and headed behind the bar to get another bottle.
"How much you drinking?" Dakota asked.
"Probably till I can't stay awake. Call a cab for me then would you?" He nodded and I pulled my wallet out and gave him the money for the two bottles and a tip. I returned to my seat, bottle in hand and thirty bucks poorer.
(You people recognize my little joke?)
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4/8/14
